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Death comes to me again, a girl by Dorianne Laux

I can’t find this author in the library. Or maybe I just don’t know how to look. Or maybe I am looking in places I shouldn’t be. Story of my life.

Death comes to me again, a girl
Dorianne Laux

Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.

Comments (2)

  • My favorite poet. Loved her since the first book.

  • Liz

    I can’t tell you how much I am enjoying
    your blog, and the choices of poems, and the
    poems themselves. Thank you.


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